Chapter 872 854. Archbishop of the Motorcade
And just as the two of them were chatting and walking in this dead atmosphere, they were walking towards the undead settlement mentioned by Fodolink.
After walking through several steep and strange hillsides, a loud sound suddenly came from a distant place.
The terrain of this mountain is very strange, with frequent differences in height and height, and the ground trends are difficult to understand.
Lan En once stayed for a while in Yanan, which has the same complex terrain. He felt that this mountain was really comparable to the mountain where the mountain city of Yanan was located.
Therefore, the propagation of sound is also hindered on such a rugged and unique mountain road.
Even in this silent environment, those noisy sounds only appear on a few routes that can propagate sound.
Foldolink raised his hand without looking back, motioning for Lan to stop with him.
Lan En also waved his right hand where the old knight could not see, signaling to Flannel Ball and Qilin, who had been following him from a distance, to stay hidden.
Although the sounds coming from the distance were noisy, there were no panic screams or painful wails. It seemed to be just a lot of noise caused by the large number of people and vehicles.
Judging from the sound, it looked like a convoy.
“Do you want to hide first?”
Lan tilted his head softly and asked Fodolink.
After all, this old knight said that now, due to the decline of the flame and the hardships of the world, trust can rarely be born between people.
It is not wise to meet each other on this narrow and rugged mountain road.
But Fodolink shook his head after thinking for a moment.
“Don’t act rashly, just wait by the roadside. At this time, a large convoy can be pulled out of the situation, so it should have some status. This is under the city of Lothric, and no one can violate it. King Osloais."
"If we were just passing by, but we were hiding on the side, it would be impossible to explain if we were discovered by the experts in the convoy."
Fordolink was a local guide in Lan En’s eyes, so he was only more vigilant, but had no objection.
As the noisy sound gradually approached, it was indeed as Fodorink estimated.
A large but well-organized convoy gradually drove over.
The leader of the convoy first walked out from the side of a hill, and then pulled out a long line of people and frames behind him.
This narrow terrain is not suitable for riding horses, so except for a few carts, everyone walks.
The walking people fit well with Lan En’s initial impression of the world.
Each of them doesn't talk much, and their expressions also have a kind of natural gloomy and calm expression.
Just walking silently, there was the sound of collisions between armor parts, as well as the sounds of the halberds, spears and shoulder armors on the shoulders.
Everyone’s voice is not loud, but when they come together it becomes noisy.
“That is.”
Fordolink seemed to know the leader, he murmured.
"Archbishop Klimt?"
Lan En was standing behind Fodolink, leaning against the mountain wall with his arms folded.
The pair of cat eyes were tilted sideways, looking at the motorcade that had walked not far away through the silver hair scattered from the forehead.
The person walking in the lead was wearing very recognizable clothes.
That is similar to the way Christian bishops dress in formal ceremonies in Lan En's home world.
The dark blue silk robe is so soft that it reflects light and shines.
The various ribbons hanging on the robe are religious decorations. The ornately decorated shawl symbolizes being ‘under the protection of God’.
The most distinctive thing is the white high hat with gold patterns.
The image of a clergyman is one of high status.
However, unlike the ordinary world religious personnel who are powerless and advocate non-violence, he carries a beautiful double-pronged gun in his arms.
The silver-white spear was very sharp, but the exquisite and complicated hollow carvings on the head of the gun, as well as the posture of the gun owner holding it in his arm, made Lan En unsure about this. Is it a religious ritual or a combat weapon? Archbishop Klimt apparently also saw the two people on the road.
He raised the hand that was not holding the spear gently and slowly, then left the team and walked towards the two people on the roadside.
Two tall, iron barrel-like knights followed him.
The remaining people continued to walk according to the route.
"May the fire guide your path, Fodolink."
The old knight bowed skillfully, and the archbishop also used religious gestures skillfully, tapping his shoulders on both sides.
As he spoke, he pulled out a crimson strip of cloth from his large robe, put it on Fodolink's body, and tied it for him.
Lan En saw these actions in his eyes. In this world where [fire] has a special meaning, covering the body with crimson cloth seems to have the meaning of being 'blessed by the flame'.
Wait until a series of actions are completed before the conversation can begin.
"You are still wandering around here. Poor man. There is no other way to get rid of the curse of immortality except to let the flames grow again."
Archbishop Klimt spoke softly.
Foldolink lowered his head and trembled, but still did not speak, seeming to be stubborn and unwilling.
After hearing this, Lan En looked at the old knight from behind.
As expected, Fordolink himself is also an immortal.
That's why he had those emotions when chatting before.
Archbishop Klimt is also of average height, but he is also very old and has a gray beard that is not too long.
This kind of beard that was supposed to be bold looked a little gloomy on his face.
The two knights behind him were similar in size to Lan En, and the heads of ordinary people basically reached their chests.
They wore iron bucket helmets and heavy armor that looked sturdy.
The plate armor was lined with chain armor and leather armor, and a loose monk's robe was worn between the plate armor and chain armor to show their status as church knights.
It's just that the plate armor tied up the too-dragging chest, abdomen and torso of the monk's robe, leaving only the large sleeves of both arms hanging outside.
Foldolink once said to Lan En before, 'Everyone saw the lumberjack's figure become abnormal but he still got closer. I don't know whether it was stupidity or bravery'.
This shows that the body shape of ordinary people is actually a 'normal standard' in this world, but he didn't express anything when he saw Lan En.
These unusually tall church knights also followed the archbishop majestically.
There are still many confusions in this world for Lan En, but it seems that these things cannot be understood in a short time.
Lan En is not impatient and can be very patient as long as needed.
"Your Excellency, I haven't seen you come out of the Deep Church for a long time."
Fordolink's old voice was filled with respect.
“What’s the reason for all the fanfare this time?”
The convoy was still passing by on the mountain road beside a few people, with the sound of clanking armors and the sound of footsteps being densely packed.
If it weren't for the relatively high humidity here, the dust would have been choking.
"We must welcome back a little-known goddess. She has encountered a change. Now only the Deep Church can allow her to rest for a while."
Klimt has white cheeks. Hu Xia's lips pursed, and he spoke vaguely, while his eyes subconsciously dodge slightly.
The obvious 'speak half-said and let the questioner stop there' look.
And just as they were talking about gods, the most luxurious and solemn vehicle in the fleet was driving past a few people.
And on top of the frame, there was a tall female figure, sitting on her knees in the shadowy black gauze curtain.
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(End of this chapter)